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		<title>Flocking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 10:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I was driving home,  a flock of blackbirds fell out of the sky. It was a diving swarm, a single ball of coordinated black spots bouncing against the gray clouds. They didn&#8217;t need to speak to know in which direction to go; they didn&#8217;t bump into each other even at their frenzied speed. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Second Chance</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 19:54:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As he felt the snow give way underneath his feet, time slowed or maybe his brain functions quickened, like a tape recording being played fast forward. In any case, the fall one hundred meters into the crevasse gave ample opportunity for random thoughts. He ricocheted from one glacier wall to the other, clawing at ice, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fly Away</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 20:34:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My friend once told me a heartbreaking story.
As is typical of mothers with school-aged children, she had befriended the mother of one of her son&#8217;s classmates, a frail and innocent young girl. During a chance sighting on the street, her family doctor had noticed her paleness and had suggested that her mother bring her in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Icy Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 21:40:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a child living in Maine, I learned to live with bitter winters. Some say it forges character; I tend to think it is the reason I escaped to a warmer climate as soon as I possibly could.
One breath-freezing afternoon in early winter, however, I recall strolling courageously across an iced-over pond near my house, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wishing Stones</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:28:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a little girl, barefoot and wild, with pine needles caught in my mane, finding a wishing stone was tantamount to unearthing buried treasure. For those who may have been deprived of these pleasures, a wishing stone is any kind of rock that has one or several unbroken rings encircling it, but most importantly, each [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Patchwork Puzzle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 13:54:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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My grandmother used to spend her afternoons making quilts, fitting pieces of our lives together like a puzzle. My brother’s outgrown shirt, my torn skirt, my parent’s worn sheets all served as raw materials to her creations. Fuelled by her Yankee work ethic of waste not, want not, she tied us together with matriarchal thread. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>(In)sincerely</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 20:22:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Brent (sweet love of my life),
After our three years (of paradise) together, these last few (dark) days have been (unbearably) strange (and painfully lonely) without you around. You are often (no, constantly) in my (obsessive) thoughts, but we both (except me) agree that it’s (not any) better this way. We (surely) want different things. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wide Open Spaces</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 18:14:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Venus has big, dark, sad eyes and a playful disposition, as black labs often do. This afternoon, we bolted from home at top speed and ran along the road, as if trying to escape from something, dodging the cool raindrops that had begun to fall. My feet were wet in my tongs and made squishing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Animal Carnage</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 21:06:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This lost corner of Tanzania was the closest thing to an inferno that Nicole had ever experienced. She had arrived at the Benaco refugee camp from Belgium the week before on her mission as a nurse with the International Rescue Committee, her baggage brimming with naïveté, faith and a desire to change the world, Florence-Nightingale-style. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gramma&#8217;s Kitchen</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 22:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dani</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was a cheerful and busy atmosphere in that tidy, cozy kitchen, one that invited even a total stranger on a frigid day to warm his hands by the sturdy, boxy cooking stove that kept guard over all the happenings in the kitchen. Although it bore signs of wear, it often contained a blazing fire [...]]]></description>
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